Tarde [sin danos a terceros] [English translation]

Precisely now you appear in my life with your exact body and killer eyes. Late, as always, fortune arrives.

You were with him. I was with her. Playing to be happy. For desperation. For not holding onto our dreams. For fear of being left out alone.

But we arrived late. I saw you, you saw me. We recognized each other, but it was too late. Damn the timing of when I found what I dreamed of. Late.

So much dreaming and missing you without having you. Souch inventing you.

So much looking in the streets like a crazy and no finding you.

And there we dumbly go, for desperates, confusing love with company and 'cause of that stupid fear of seeing us growing old without a partner that made us pick with our heads what's a matter of the heart.

And I have nothing against them. My anger is towards the timing that set you by me late.

Desires of running away, of no even seeing your shadow, of thinking that this was a dream or a nightmare and that you never appeared, that you never existed.

Desires of kissing you, of meeting up, of getting a bit closer and embracing you in a hug, of looking at your eyes while telling you "welcome!".

But we were late. I saw you, you saw me. We recognized each other but it was too late.

Maybe in our other lives, maybe in our other deaths.

Desires of touching you, of getting near you and hitting you with a kiss, of running away with you forever without harming third parties.